Five days ago, things were different than they are today.
Five days ago it was summer. Now the hill behind our house is more than flecked with yellows and reds and oranges. The heater, set at 50 degrees, came on this morning. We no longer have two squash per plant to harvest and eat every single day. I have cooked in the oven and there are spiders in the corners of the house.
Five days ago Maggie wore diapers. Just to bed, but still -- diapers. Then she decided to get up in the middle of the night to pee and complains when I try to wrestle her into a pullup at bedtime. Looks like I may have bought my last package of diapers. For a couple of months. When did this baby turn into a kiddo who climbs trees and carries the recycling out to the curb and sings the months of the year in order?
Five days ago I was blissfully six months pregnant. Now I am third trimester pregnant, which is pretty much the same in all ways except for the bliss part. All of a sudden I have backaches during the day and my hips throb at night. Biangi stretches up into my lungs and catches me short of breath when s/he's not stretching down into my bladder and making me run for the nearest loo. I struggle up the hill home from walks and fall asleep at 9 and flop and heave in and out of the car.
